When the young ladies in this fashionable world of ours turn night into day, it is a bad thing for their roses.
What say you, Mr.Carlyle ?" Mr.Carlyle glanced at the roses on the cheeks opposite to him; they looked too fresh and bright to fade lightly.
At the conclusion of dinner a maid entered the room with a white cashmere mantle, placing it over the shoulders of her young lady, as she said the carriage was waiting.
Lady Isabel advanced to the earl.

"Good-bye, papa." "Good-night, my love," he answered, drawing her toward him, and kissing her sweet face.

"Tell Mrs.Vane I will not have you kept out till morning hours.

You are but a child yet.

Mr.Carlyle, will you ring?
I am debarred from seeing my daughter to the carriage." "If your lordship will allow me--if Lady Isabel will pardon the attendance of one little used to wait upon young ladies, I shall be proud to see her to her carriage," was the somewhat confused answer of Mr.Carlyle as he touched the bell.
The earl thanked him, and the young lady smiled, and Mr.Carlyle conducted her down the broad, lighted staircase and stood bareheaded by the door of the luxurious chariot, and handed her in.